Who Is She
All the trappings of a Romanian queen
Gave her the immediate ambiance of power confidence.
Her aura proceeded her body into the room.
There was an anticipation seconds prior to her arrival.
Her entrance was provocative, practically obscene.
The level of sensuality brought forth made us all look up.
Who is she? Some whispered, recognizing ultimate power.
Her precognitive skills protruded into our thoughts.
There was a hush, a whisper, a spiritual pause
Most of the empaths and seers were intimidated, I was one.
Her majestic qualities surrounded the room,
Enveloping us in silent disbelief and awe.
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